Rabbit Trails
Our little Fangs, the beloved unholy fuzzy deity of The Rabyd Atheist YouTube channel, has been very busy of late and has found himself in many awkward situations.
He's a little exasperated.
And now, he's more than a little annoyed. Hopping mad, you could say…
This next image was done with a little help from AI to design the background, then adding my own work to set the scene.
Fangs the Bunny, Ed the Nightelf, and Earl the Lap Upon Which Our Lord Naps are trapped inside a church with the members of a Pentecostal cult deeply entranced by their perceived invocation of the holy spirit.
Deeply disturbed, the trio looks towards the back of the church hoping to make a break for the exit while the cult members are distracted with their divinely inspired gesticulations and primal screams.
I hope they make it out before the cult members demand a blood sacrifice…
This image was also created with the help of AI, then carefully edited to add personalized details to better reflect how Ed and I appear in real life.
It's way more difficult than it sounds. Matching my hand-drawn work with the AI-generated image takes a great deal of time to ensure that everything blends seamlessly together so my edits don't stick out like a buck-toothed busted thumb in a beauty pageant at the county fair.
Ed has officially titled this one “The Unholy Trinity” for obvious reasons.
Ed announced in a community post that he would be canceling a live stream to attend his grandson's two-year birthday party. Fangs decided he wanted to tag along, but didn't want to come empty-pawed.
Fangs has smashed this poor coconut's brethren to smithereens and turned their meat into a garnish on the birthday cake he made. He's really grating this little coconut's tree-mendously shredded feefees, causing his water to bust a leak.
Maybe Fangs can offer the coconut some milk to make him feel better? But that might be considered cannibalism…
Dammit, now he's crying harder and turning his husk into a waterlogged mess. I'll just grab the balloons and meet y'all at the birthday shell-ebration.
Fangs, quit busting those nuts and giving that last one shell-shock. We'll end up having to put him in a nut-house. Just keep palm, little coconut. Worst case scenario, an African swallow may grip you by the husk, turning you into an auditory equine movie prop, or a bra for a tropical luau.
I'll see myself out…
I made a trip to Florida to hang out with a friend I met on YouTube. He surprised me with these adorable onion baby earrings from the Mormonions’ ever-growing family! I nearly cried…
And here we see the origins of Azho's devil puppy sidekick for his Teddy mascot (featured in a previous post titled “Devil May Care-bear).
Fangs made a brief trip to hell to consummate this demonic union. Don't ask me how this was achieved. Let's just say the phrase “plausible deniability”, “hold my beer," and “my life flashed before my eyes" instantly come to mind.
Mistakes were made; lessons were learned. And we don't kink-shame in this house of maladapted horror. I just hope they didn't spawn the anti-Christ.
Fangs has heard us Earthlings loud and clear, even beyond the galaxy in Outer Darkness. What, if anything, he chooses to do about it has yet to be seen. Better hurry up and fling that incoming asteroid out towards Jupiter, little bunny. If you dink around much longer, the lap whereon you softly nap will be obliterated into cosmic dust.
Although, if he just said, “Fuck it,” and let us humans go extinct, I can't say I'd blame him. Humans never fail to disappoint me. Maybe the feeling is mutual.
